|Hi! I am a big fan of poetry, so that will be my main focus here.|
She can't express what she feels inside
What more does she need to hide?
Her feelings are not being addressed because, to some people, they're not there
And that's not fair
Oh, she knows life ain't fair and life ain't cherries and rainbows galore
But the pain, the anguish.... How much more?
How much more can she take of the unspoken feelings that are ready to pop out?
How much of herself does she need to do without?
Because who is she if she has feelings and is being a human like everyone else on this Earth?
Does she need to be numb in order to have some worth?
Why do her emotions need to be stifled and why to people think they need to be pushed aside?
Because than those exact people can walk...
I want to scream... but my mother can hear me
I want to scream... that my father never sees me
I want to scream... but what about the neighbors?
I want to scream... but what about the haters?
I want to scream... but what about the men?
I want to scream... but what do I do AFTER then?
I want to scream... but what will happen to my vocal cords?
I want to scream... that I am never even heard
I want to scream... but with what words?
I want to scream... but don't want to be left out in the cold
I want to scream... but am afraid to be THAT bold
I want to scream... but am afraid I'll never stop
I want to scream... and I don't even know what
I want to scream... but where do I begin?
I don't know where to start
There are so many feelings deep within my heart
If I start crying, I am sure I will explode
I don't even want to go down that road
I am sure that I will cry like there's no tomorrow
But I am not sure if I'm ready to face that sorrow
I am so scared of something and I don't want to be
Every day, I am blocking out this fear because, it, I do not want to see
I don't even know why I am so afraid
All I know is that it keeps on coming in cascades
I so badly want to feel better, but I don't know how to even start
All I feel is broken pieces of what once was my heart
I don't want to face the fear, whatever it may be
But it may be the only thing stopping me from...
There is an invisible rope called life
Every day, we continue to climb
Sometimes, we fall down an inch or two
But we always manage to climb back just in the nick of time
The rope seems endless and may leave us out of breath
But we continue the climb up, no matter the obstacles in our "path"
We take a step up, hoping it's the right one
Hoping we won't face another obstacles "wrath"
As we continue the cllimb up, we wonder if this rope will ever end
But life is the rope, and if it ends, that means we did too
So appreciate the cimb
I know it's hard; trust me. I have been, it, through
I am still climbing; I am still a work in progress
I have made the climb till now and so can yo...
Imagine, if you will, walking down a path
The trees surrounding you in their loving embrace
But all you feel is their wrath
It's written all over their face
Inside, you feel a tornado of feelings that seem to show up outside of yourself too
But all you want to do is just to walk down this path
And enjoy the scenic view
Not to face the trees apparent wrath
You continue walking, seeing the trees wrath grow
You decide to quicken your pace
And not walk so slow
You walk so fast away as if you are in a race
As you leave the path with the trees no longer in view
You breathe a sigh of relief, not even realizing it escaped your lips
But, as you continue on to a place you call home,...
There is a time a place for things
There's a time and place to be a human being
There's a time and place to do what you feel you need done
There's also a time to set aside time to have some fun
There's a time where all of ourselves is tested
There's a time where our bodies don't feel so rested
There's a time where pain hurts more than the words said
There's a time where things go on in a loop over in our heads
There's a time where times change into a different time
There's also a time where time itself has no reason or rhyme
There's a time where we question our own existence and wonder where we belong
There's a time where we might not have so much strength to face any obstacle coming our way,...
I'm not perfect, and almost never claim to be
I have a lot of issues as some people can clearly see
I am insecure, or at least, I consider myself so
I am not independent and I know I'll have to take things slow
I am fearful of a lot of things
But, most of all, I'm sometimes not okay with what God brings
They do say that you don't have to like everything given to you
But I want to like things more then I do
I don't want to let life give up on me
But I'm probably giving up on it before it can do that to me, see?
So, as I said, I'm not perfect and don't claim to be
And I do have issues, as some can clearly see
But will these issues I think I have stop me?
Or will I grow from them like a tree?
I am stuck
I don't know how to go on
I don't know where to go from here
All I know is that my job here on Earth is not yet done
I don't know what God has planned for me
I don't know what to do next in life
Do I find a job?
Or do I become someone's wife?
I am existing, but I'm not living
And I don't know how to live normally
All I know is that I'll continue on until I find something...
Something that'll give me a reason to go on to see the possibilities awaiting me
I don't remember the exact moment you stopped speaking to me
I don't remember the exact moment you broke my heart
I don't remember when that happened
But my heart is now in shards
I can't trust a guy because of you
I don't know how to love because of you too
I'm afraid to put myself out there and see what guys are like
Because you ruined that for me more then 3 times and that's a strike
Why did you stop speaking to me?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I become a burden to you?
Or am I, to you, too strong?
What did I do wrong to deserve this as a punishment?
Did I do a sin?
Did I hurt you?
Do I deserve to feel like I belong in a garbage bin?
Why make me feel this way?
It is NOT OKAY
Why hurt ...
There are so many empty
Words that are spoken
There are so many promises
That end up being broken
There are no actions to prove
That what you said is real
There are no feelings involved
In any deal
If there were
You'd keep what you said
If there were
It wouldn't be on a loop in my head
So forget about the words
And think about the act
Will you fulfill the words
And promises you once made while you had some tact?
Or will you forget
That word you once said
And make it go on a loop
In someone else's head?
I need to know that I'm okay
I need to know that my way is not the way
I need to know that I'm not the one holding the world in my hand
I need to know that I'm not the one in command
I need to know that I only hold the key
I need to know that I don't hold eternity
I need to know that this isn't me
I need to know that I'm just seeing, but I'm not in control of what I see
I need to know that I'm just part of God's overall plan and I'm not who He is
I need to know that my life isn't mine to control and that's what's been amiss
I need to know that I don't have to start with I need to know
I just want to grow
I want to grow into who I'm destined to be
Whether or not it's approved by me
I just want...
Go through the rain and come out refreshed
As if your past is no longer hanging on your feet like a ball and chain
The rain might be hard to go through
But go through the rain and, so many things, you'll gain
You'll gain what YOU need to gain
No matter what it is
And you'll feel better
You don't have to tell anyone because it's not their biz
So, go through whatever you need to go through
And I promise you that you'll gain more than you'll lose
You won't have to have that ball and chain anymore
Imagine how you'll feel when you'll look back at your life, amused
You're not carrying around with you something you dislike
You're carrying around you
And your past can go where the past belongs: in...
Tears come and go
Tears go away very slow
Life gives you a reason to cry
When tears are waving goodbye
That's when you have a reason to smile
Tears come when you're happy and they're never out of style
But when they come and don't go away
Or they come and you don't give them a reason to stay
That's when it's confusing as heck as to what exactly you feel
But you know those emotions are real
So cry, no matter why
You'll feel better, trust me
I just hope you cry only because you're happy
My feelings are like water:
Once they hit the shore, there's no telling where they'll go
Take a minute and think about my feelings too
Because my feelings are important too and they're not "just for show"
I feel just like you do
Except I feel it differently, that's true
But that doesn't mean I don't have any feelings to consider
Instead, do you want me bitter?
So take a moment and think
My feelings are like the ocean blue
Once they hit the shore
There's no telling what they'll do
They might "damage" the picturesque beach
Or they might just go back into their "place" and, again, be out of reach
Either they'll be calm, like they are most of the time
Or they'll be angry and hit you with slime...
I seem to be crying in some way
No matter what they say
My tears keep coming down
And, what once was a smile, is now a frown
My heart aches and there's no way to stop it from aching
My body shakes and there's really no way to stop it from shaking
The only way out is in
And, maybe, then, I'll win
I'll stop crying internally as well as out
And maybe the tears will come through a different route
For example, when I write poetry, the tears are put on paper (not literally) and I can finally breathe
Because, inside of my heart, there aren't teeth
There isn't anything hurting my heart
So, there wouldn't be a reason to cry and tear that image apart
Is it an image? I don't know
What I do know is that ...
Point me in the direction of tomorrow
Because I'm still stuck in today
Or am I stuck in the day before?
It's hard to say
Point me in the direction of tomorrow
Where there won't be as much pain
Because I've gotten over yesterday's problems
And I want, so much more, to gain
Point me in the direction of tomorrow
Because today isn't easy for me anymore
I want to move on
And open up tomorrow's door
So point me in the direction of tomorrow
And I'll make sure you come along too
Because who wants to stay in today's sorrow
And not enjoy tomorrow's point of view?
So point me in the direction of tomorrow
And my smile will finally feel, and be, real
So why haven't I been pointed to that direction?
She watches me like a hawk
I feel like I'm being stalked
Every move I make needs to be known to her
If it's not, she goes crazy with worry, of that, I'm sure
But I feel like she has to understand
I'm sort of no longer under her command
Yes, she may have some rights to me
But that doesn't mean that she can't let me be
I want to breathe, but it feels like my breaths are counted too
So, what do I do?
What do I do when I feel like I'm being watched like an eagle eyeing its prey?
I'm not food, so why do you treat me this way?
I have a right to live my life the way I please
Yes, you have rights to keep me at peace
But that doesn't mean I need to feel like I'm under surveillance twenty-four hours a ...
God, You send me a challenge that I cannot beat on my own
You send me a challenge that I cannot beat alone
So I ask of You only one thing:
Help me, Your human being
Help me beat the challenges You send my way
Help me beat them so I can finally shout: HOORAY!!
Take my challenges and put them as far away from me as You can
Because, God, You're The Man
You're The Man to turn to in a time of need
And You Help the challenge grow into a flower from a mere seed
So, help Your flower grow!
No matter how fast or how slow
Help that seed grow into a flower
No matter if it's done through rain or through showers!
And, in the process, please help me grow into a flower too
Because You're the Only One who ...
And there's no one helping mending me
And there's no one helping me breathe
And there's no one there to calm me down
But a smile can't appear that easily when there's a frown
And there's no one there to mend a torn heart
But there's no one that's willing to help me, again, start
I'm not me
And there's no way to get me back
I can't see clearly
Because, in this life, vision, I lack
I don't have whom to turn to
I don't have anyone that'll be willing to push me
I want to see life through a different point of view
But, like I said before, I can't clearly see
I can't see what's ahead of me
I can't see what's behind
But please help ...
I don't know how to fly like a bird in the sky
I don't know how to be so angelic and fly
With the wings, I would soar
If only I knew how to do more
How to do more then sit at home and wallow
I wish I were a swallow
Or any bird with wings that fly in the day or night
So I can claim that I have the ability of flight
Which means: I have the ability to let go of the past
And put things into perspective which would possibly make them last
A bird doesn't fly backwards, last time I checked
I want to let go of my past and live a life that's slightly more perfect
In that way, I want to be like a bird that flies in the sky
And doesn't look back as it, with its wings, to the past, waves goodbye
This is me: I'm broken
This is me: I let people into my heart without a token
A token of lasting affection
A token of no rejection
A token I won't fear giving
A token to continue on living
A token that I forgot to mention:
A token of lasting attention
Because, guess what? I want, and need, all of the things I mentioned above
I don't seem to find that kind of love
Instead, I find someone and give them a place in my heart
Without even giving them a token, so they tear it apart
They tear it apart from the inside out
And they don't care how much they hear me shout
The shouts are from being broken too many times and thinking it's okay
The shouts are for letting them into my heart as if they have a...
You're allowed to cry
Just give it a try
Take a deep breath in, and take a deep breath out
Let out those tears and, if need be, give a loud shout
The crying will help alleviate the stress
And the crying will acknowledge the mess
The mess you may be stuck in
And the feeling that you'll never win
So take a shot at crying
You won't be hurt by trying!
Whatever gender you are, you have feelings just like the rest of us
So, no matter how, you can cry and not make any fuss
Why does it matter what gender you are?
We all have feelings that need to be addressed, just like a scar
Either a physical one, or an emotional feeling
You need to address both in order to start the healing
So cry! Cry! I promise,...
I give up
Don't worry! I'm not giving up on you or me
I'm giving up on society
Society's expectations have taken a toll
A toll that has made them take control
They've taken control of me almost my entire life
And, instead of uplifting me, they have caused me strife
They have not taken my thoughts into consideration
And that has, many times, caused me frustration
They expect me to marry and blame others becuase I am not
They expect me to wear something... less hot
They expect me do as I'm told
They expect me to listen to those I might not have respect for because they don't have respect for me: the people who are old
Older then I am, I mean
They also expect my clothing to always be clean
You want me to love you
You want me to care
But how can I be there for you
If you don't want me to be there?
You continuously hurt me
You continuously break my already broken heart
And you expect me to be perfect
After everything falls apart
I'm only one human; not two
But you expect me to be perfect, nonetheless
As if anyone's perfect on this Earth
The Only One that's Perfect is God, I must confess
So take your words and place them someplace other then in my heart
Because my heart can't take much more of this (like you said so many times too)
Take them and don't ever hurt me like this again
Because I want to care about you
I want to love you
And you don't let me
So, please, let me love y...
We all have ideas that don't get heard
We all have ideas that start with one simple word:
"I have an idea that needs to be given a try"
Do the people even listen to your ideas and thoughts?
They have no time to buy what's never been bought
They only have time for inventions invented by a genius mind
While they leave your ideas behind
It feels so unfair how our words are being wasted on deaf ears
Does anyone truly care?
If they did, they'd listen to your ideas no matter how mundane
And then you wouldn't feel so in pain
In pain from not being heard
In pain from them not hearing your ideas; even your first word
My advice would be to go as a group with the same idea in mind
Maybe then they w...
(This is going to be a poem that might trigger some emotions for you that you won't like. If you don't mind that, then read on! Also, I'd advise you to read the ending before you read the beginning. It'll explain everything. I'll put the ending in asterisks so you'll know to start reading there. Enjoy!)
I want to die
I've given life a try
I've given it my all
So there's really no reason I should stand tall
Here are the reasons I don't want to live anymore
Let's see if I can come up with enough to walk out of life's door:
1: I don't have a high school diploma; instead, I have a disease
2: I don't have enough self-confidence; instead, before I ask a favor, I like to say please
3: I don't have...
We are all cogs in a machine
That get dirty when they're supposed to be clean
But we try our best to continue on our journey
But how can we continue on if we're not as clean as can be?
How can the machine as a whole reach its intended destination this way?
Unclean and not ready today
We have to remember to remain clean
In order to make sure that we, as a whole nation, can be a working machine
There's another problem here too
How can we enjoy life with this point of view?
If we look at ourselves as cogs in a machine, what are we accomplishing by doing so?
Nothing, as far as I know!
So first, we have to "fix" our thoughts to stop thinking this way
And, maybe, just maybe we'll end up being okay...
We taste with our eyes
The tastes of things we see
We taste with our mouths
Ever so lightly
We taste with our noses
The smells of yesterday
We taste with our touch
Of things we can't say
We taste with our words
Oh, the taste is something not of this Earth
We taste with our ears
When we hear a cry of birth
We taste with our hearts
When we love someone
We taste with our minds
When we think the things we think and there's no stopping that until it's done
We taste things we don't know how to explain
But we taste them somewhere
Maybe in our minds
Or maybe somewhere we care
We taste things that don't have a name, per se
But we still taste something special when we see, hear, touch, smell, and ...
We may pray differently, but we’re all praying to One God
We may think differently, but we’re all thinking of One God
We may sing differently, but we’re all singing to One God
We may dance differently, but our dance reaches One God
We may draw differently, but we’re all drawing for One God
We may speak differently, but we’re all speaking to One God
We may have many relationships, but we have one relationship with One God
We may love one another, but we only love One God
We may lie and cheat, but we’re also lying and cheating with One God
We may steal, but we’re also stealing from One God
We may manipule others, but we can never manipulate One God
If you talked to yourself, would you like what you heard?
Or would you think "Oh Em Gee! Is this what I sound like?"
Because things can change with one simple word
And, from yourself, you'd take a hike
So change the way you speak to others
That way, you might possibly like what you say
And, to yourself, you won't feel like such a bother
No matter the day